“Maybe I’ll just get in a quick workout downstairs,” I offer as I stand in the doorway. CeCe’s completely consumed by all the clothes around her, trying everything on at once—she barely notices I’m here.
“That sounds like a good idea.”
When I walk out of CeCe’s room, I pull my phone from my pocket. Learning Summer’s routine has been tricky, considering she doesn’t exactly have one. She isn’t like me in the sense that her days are relatively similar each day and her plans are written down anywhere. She flies by the seat of her pants in a lot of cases. But one thing she did let slip is that she enjoys working out in the afternoons instead of the morning.
Hi
Summer
Did you implant a GPS tracker on me? I just walked into your building.
I’ll never tell.
Summer
Can’t say I’d be that mad if you did.
Heading to the gym?
Summer
Walking in now.
Good, I’ll come meet you.
Summer
Didn’t you workout already? You don’t need to pull a double.
If you’re going to workout, I want to workout with you.
Summer
Come find me then.
I quickly change and head downstairs to the gym. The door swings open and music is playing from the speakers as I make my way around the corner to the open weight room. I don’t see anyone, but I hear weights clinking together and I keep walking to follow the sound.
Summer’s easy to spot with her dark red leggings and a white tank top against all the black equipment in this room. She’s lying back on the bench press, headphones in her ears while I watch her lift the bar over her head. Her whole body works to push the barbell up. Her legs twitch and her chest puffs out. She blows a breath out as she goes for another rep.
I lean over above her, placing my hands under the bar for support, but still letting her do the work.
Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at me and I help her place the bar back on the rack before she sits herself up and pulls her headphones out.
“Shouldn’t do that without a spot,” I say, brushing the hair from her forehead.
“I knew you were coming. You’d rescue me if I needed it.”
“What if I changed my mind? Decided not to show up?”
Summer stands from the bench, but keeps one knee on the padding as she leans closer to me, her hand lightly skimming my thigh.
“You’re a gentleman. A gentleman wouldn’t stand a girl up.” Her words are whispered against my lips and just when I think she’s about to kiss me, she licks her bottom lip, letting me feel a small amount of warmth from her breath before she pulls away.
“You’re right, I’d never stand you up,” I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back toward me.
“But there are plenty of other things I’m thinking of risking my gentleman’s card for.” My hand cups her ass as I pull her closer to me, eliciting a gasp from her lips before I cover her mouth with my own.
When I pull away her body sinks down slightly, her fingers holding my arm for balance as she blinks her eyes quickly.
